My wife and I "talked" about getting a Harley when we were newlyweds. It was as much her idea as mine but kids, tough financial sledding, etc. all made it seem like a hopeless dream. Fast forward 27 years and the kids are grown, I'm signed up for Medicare, life is getting a little boring and we're driving home one weekend and she says "Let's go look at Harleys". Later in the showroom, looking at this bitch'n Heritage she looks at me and says "If this isn't the right time, when is?". The next day we picked up the bike, rode it around town and put it to bed in the garage, went to bed ourselves and, waking up the next morning she says "My cheeks are cramping. I must have been smiling all night". Now we have his and hers and she wants another one and I'm the guy saying we have to be more financially responsible.
Yeah, I'm one of those lucky ones, probably 'cuz I been so good. Married almost 36 years now and I just might keep her.